Chapter 1192: Deserted (Page 1/1)
Zhao Yunxiang felt irritated. It seemed like she was the only one in the room unhappy? What was Zhixin thinking? Did he really want to watch his son marry a country girl?
"Thank you, Uncle Zhou. Jiasheng won't treat me badly." Facing the enthusiastic future father-in-law, Zhao Cao was a little shy, but still defended Zhou Jiasheng.
"Jiasheng, look how good she is to you. We haven't even gotten married yet! And you're already protecting her." General Zhou joked, causing everyone to laugh again.
Zhou Jiasheng grinned widely. Even though grinning would increase the pain on his face, Zhou Jiasheng was willing to do it.
At the Zhou family's side, the whole family was reunited and had a happy evening.
The Zhu family's house, dozens of meters away, was deserted tonight.
When Zhu Xiangyang learned that the pile of black gravel at the door of the study was Wang Wenjun's "ashes", he sat on the ground and cried bitterly.
Half an hour later, Zhu Xiangyang slowly stood up.
Zhu Xiangyang's face was pale with a hint of dark yellow, and he had no energy at all. He was like a moving dead tree trunk.
Zhu Hui and Zhu Yan were frightened.
This kind of Zhu Xiangyang was something the Zhu Hui sisters had never seen before. The Zhu Xiangyang they had seen before was always full of energy and vigor. Although he was in his sixties, he looked like he was only in his fifties.
But today, Zhu Xiangyang's steps were unsteady, and even the white hair on his head seemed to have increased a lot. He looked six or seven years older than his actual age.
Zhu Hui and Zhu Yan were worried but didn't dare to say anything, so they just followed behind Zhu Xiangyang silently, thinking that if Zhu Xiangyang fell, they would be there to help him up.
Zhu Xiangyang staggered to the stairs before he heard footsteps behind him.
Zhu Xiangyang turned around and saw his two granddaughters with frightened faces. He frowned and said, "Hui Yan, there's nothing for you to do here anymore. Go home!"
"Grandpa, you look really bad," Zhu Hui said, a little worried. Actually, Zhu Xiangyang's face wasn't just bad. Even from a distance of two meters, Zhu Hui could sense the deep sadness emanating from him.
"I'm fine, you guys go!" Zhu Xiangyang was a little impatient. Without Wang Wenjun, Zhu Xiangyang's mind was empty. He had no motivation to do anything and didn't want to deal with his two granddaughters at all.
"Grandpa, I'll go back and ask Dad to come and keep you company, okay? You...you still have to eat dinner soon!" Zhu Hui sensed the impatience in Zhu Xiangyang's tone and asked cautiously.
Zhu Hui is a grown-up girl, and she is usually very careful. If she doesn't notice Zhu Xiangyang's abnormality at this moment, she would be a fool.
"No, I want to be alone." Zhu Xiangyang didn't want to answer, but he was afraid that Zhu Hui would come back home and make a fuss over his sons.
Zhu Xiangyang now feels empty inside. He doesn't want to see anyone and doesn't want to talk to anyone.
"Wuwuwu... Grandpa, please don't die. Grandma is already dead. I don't want you to die." Seeing Zhu Xiangyang like this, Zhu Yan couldn't help but burst into tears.
Zhu Xiangyang's behavior reminded Zhu Yan, who usually struggled academically, of the phrase "heart as withered as a tree." The news of Wang Wenjun's death seemed to have drained Zhu Xiangyang's spirit. Now, Zhu Xiangyang looked no better than a wooden figure.
"Good children, Grandpa is fine, you can go now!" Seeing his two granddaughters so filial, Zhu Xiangyang felt warm in his heart. Then he thought of Wang Wenjun, and his heart ached again. Did his Ah Jun leave like this?
Seeing that Zhu Xiangyang repeatedly drove the two sisters away, Zhu Hui did not dare to persuade her anymore. She had to pull her sister's hand and leave the old house.
However, Zhu Hui had made up her mind that when she returned home, she would ask her father and uncle to come to the old house to look after her grandfather, as there seemed to be something wrong with her grandfather.
Zhu Xiangyang walked slowly and it took him twice as long as usual to return to the bedroom.
Suddenly, without the person he cared about, Zhu Xiangyang felt completely uninterested in anything. If it weren't for the pile of black ashes on the floor outside the study, Zhu Xiangyang would have wanted to just lie down on the big bed in the bedroom and have a good sleep.
No! Jun is still waiting!
Zhu Xiangyang shook his head, as if trying to shake off the dizziness in his head. After standing there for a few minutes, Zhu Xiangyang walked towards the bedside, where there was a bedside table. Inside the cabinet, there was an exquisitely carved wooden sea
His A-jun has always been a woman who loves beauty! This carved wooden box is A-jun's favorite thing.
Zhu Xiangyang dumped the contents of the wooden box onto the table. The clatter of gold, silver, and jade made Zhu Xiangyang's heart sink. The box originally contained several pieces of jewelry that Zhu Xiangyang had given to Wang Wenjun. Wang Wenjun had always treasured them.
Zhu Xiangyang returned to the study door with heavy steps, holding the empty box in his hand.
Zhu Xiangyang squatted down and carefully put the pile of black gravel at the door of the study into a wooden box.
After doing all this, Zhu Xiangyang held the box and prepared to sit in the study for a while.
Zhu Xiangyang's study is usually cleaned by Wang Wenjun.
When Zhu Xiangyang was busy in the study, Wang Wenjun would often sit beside him knitting or reading to keep him company.
Zhu Xiangyang pushed the door but couldn't open it. Then he remembered what Zhu Hui had said to Zhu Jun in the study.
Zhu Xiangyang knocked on the door for a while, but there was no sound in the study. Zhu Xiangyang spent some effort to break the door lock and entered the study.
The door of the secret room was wide open and Zhu Jun was lying on the ground unconscious.
Zhu Xiangyang was shocked, thinking that Zhu Jun had also met with misfortune.
After walking forward to take a look, Zhu Xiangyang discovered that Zhu Jun was not dead, but seemed to have just fallen asleep.
When Zhu Jun opened his eyes, he found himself lying in the secret room of the study. The floor beneath him was icy cold, so cold that Zhu Jun's mind stopped for a few seconds. After a few seconds, Zhu Jun recalled some fragments in his mind: the secret room of the study, the cold breath, the warm light, and the statue of the god of conversation falling to the ground and breaking...
By the way, it was the pendant that saved him, otherwise, he would have been frozen into an ice cube.
Thinking of this, Zhu Jun lowered his head to look at the pendant hanging around his neck. Under the light, the pink crystal shone brightly, looking even more beautiful than before.
Zhu Jun got up from the ground and was about to enter the pendant space to take a look. Suddenly, a chill came over Zhu Jun's heart.
Following the chill, Zhu Jun saw Zhu Xiangyang.
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